The weatherman says it's a good night To look up at the stars Well, the moon's as bright as lightnin' You could even pick out Mars So I bought a sixer and brought out an old lawn chair I've been thinkin' 'bout you Wonderin' where the hell you are up there I bet the night is crisp and clear high above the clouds And when the distant thunder shakes the heavens For you it don't seem so loud When you breathe the Northern Lights Does it burn on your breath? And how high do you have to climb Before you ever find the meaning to all of this? Things ain't so bad down here With the common kind And we know you're always near When the sun begins to shine Once I had a dream about a fallen star That landed on my doorstep And now, here you are Oh, and you tell me a story Reminisce about the glory That for you, used to be a way of life I see the tears in your eyes and the scars upon your chest Oh those dragons that you must've slayed with fire on their breath I hope you smile when you look back at everything you left Once you realized the meaning to all of this Absence makes the heart grow fonder Couldn't take you gone no longer So sit on down and tell us all how a star is born As we sit here in two lawn chairs With a cold six pack of beer And talk of all the stars forlorn